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The Evil In Sight
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Ongoing, First published May 02, 2016
Name: Amara Becker
Age: 17 years old
Family: Either mentally unstable or dead
Mental stability: Non existant
Sarcasm: Freaking terrible
Any strange qualities? I can see things no one else can.

That is what i imagine I would write if someone gave me a form with random questions about my life. Its a sad world we live in but its even sadder doing it alone. 
And alone is the only way I have ever done anything. Its an easy thing to get used to and an easy thing to get sad about. 

I don"t mind my gift. Its a distraction from the hell I live daily. But sometimes the gift is my own personal hell that no amount of support can get rid of.

Until I met them.




A rewrite of my story. I tried to write this ages ago and it turned out i wrote it and nothing made sense or matched up at all so a major rewrote is in need. But because I'm a lazy piece of shit, its taken over a year for even this tiny amount of writing to happen.
Dont expect a lot or youll be sorely disappointed. 
Good day, bitches x
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My name is Clary Morgenstern. I'm sixteen years old and have been living with my dad ever since my parents divorced. After six years of moving from place to place we're back in New York. Only I'm not an innocent ten year old girl anymore. I have scars. I have my ghosts. And above all--I have my secrets. I was hoping to start fresh with everyone I met in New York. I wanted to find love and happiness. I wanted to leave the constant path of horrors that follows me and maybe get off. But as my mother used to say... The carousel never stops turning. And I'm just not what I seem. WARNING: Trigger warning. Do not read if you are depressed and get triggered easily at the mention of suicide and cutting. Because trust me, there is a lot of both.